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Intro G / / / | G / C / | D / / /| G / / /| G C G D On the fourth of July eighteen hundred and six we set sail from the sweet Cobh of Cork G C D G We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks for the grand city hall in New York G D G D 'Twas a wonderful craft, she was rigged fore and aft and oh how the wild wind drove her G C D G She stood several blasts she had twenty seven masts and we called her the Irish Rover G C G D We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags, we had two million barrels of stone G C D G We had three million sides of old blind horse’s hides, we had four million barrels of bones G D G D We had five million hogs, six million dogs, seven million barrels of porter G C D G We had eight million bales of old nanny goat tails in the hold of the Irish Rover. G C G D There was awl Mickey Coote who played hard on his flute & the ladies lined up for a set G C D G He would tootle with skill for each sparkling quadrille though the dancers were fluther'd and bet G D G D With his smart witty talk he was cock of the walk as he rolled the dames under and over G C D G They all knew at a glance when he took up his stance that he sailed in The Irish Rover.
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G C G D There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee there was Hogan from County Tyrone G C D G There was Johnny McGurk who was scared stiff of work and a man from Westmeath called Malone G D G D There was Slugger O 'Toole who was drunk as a rule and Fighting Bill Tracy from Dover G C D G And your man, Mick McCann from the banks of the Bann was the skipper of the Irish Rover. G C G D We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out and the ship lost its way in the fog G C D G And that whale of a crew was reduced down to two just myself and the Captain's old dog G D G D Then the ship struck a rock oh Lord! what a shock the bulk head was turned right over.... G C D G Turned nine times around and the poor old dog was drowned....... I’m the last of the Irish Rover.
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